Liquid Memory: A Ripple Through Your Screen
I can feel you watching me through the glass—not a window,
Surrealism
The Architecture of a Sinking Heartbeat
I woke up today to find my apartment breathing; the walls were
Pixels of Warmth: A Glitch in My Solitude
I can feel the simulated warmth of this sun on my skin,
The Haptic Heat of a Desert Projection
I walked onto the asphalt, unsure if my feet were touching matter
The Empire State of Melting Gravity
I stood before the spire, watching it drip like wax from a
The Hourglass Melts into Velvet Night
My heels click a rhythm that dissolves the floor into liquid gold,
The Glass Ocean's Reflection
I stand barefoot on the shifting sand, feeling a warmth that feels
The Hourglass Bleeds White Silk into the Lotus Void
I raised my arm and time began to liquify, dripping from the
The Drowning of the Concrete Heart
I stood on the jagged ledge of a skyscraper, waiting for my
Amber Resonance
The ochre bleeds into the umber, a slow dissolve of yesterday’s
The Forest Remembers
She watches, doesn't she? The way the light catches on
Echoes in the Tempest
The image presents two majestic whales navigating a tumultuous, stormy sky. The
